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Zero Hour - Wolfi G, Kai feat. Unknown

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Uploaded by on Sep 11, 2009

Mash up session I went to. Decided to spit on a track.

Track: "Spray Paint and Ink Pens" by Lupe and Ghostface Killah
Lyrics:

[Wolfi G.]
Pitch black, zero hour, streets is watchin'
Shots on the block now the cops is knockin'
By night, the suburbs is mother to the rocks and
prostitutes and F-150's rockin'

Shockin'? Not at all. Lost without a cause,
the youth be, searchin' tryna find where the truth be
its Wolfi and some...
Black HRA be the niggas that'll hold careers for ransom

Advance the cancer to the kids on the corner
fuck around you could end up in the coroner
foreigners and crackheads from Boston to Bankhead
drugs is being sold no matter what your rank is, fact is

I'm livid cause I lived it, I'm from Detroit where them niggas ain't timid
and the mayor will jack ya soul with a quickness
What's brought to the light is first done in the distant darkness
Can I survive the harshness?

[Kai]
To get this tale kicked off, it was cool thursday night
parties of the lime light, livened up the twilight on a 6th boulevard
apartment, complex three; the rooftop is where the area this cold scene be
Drugs, sex, and money...

keep the whole night bumpin', except a long, lost soul
who found the whole thing frightening and in no way exciting
she's go nowhere to go, surrounded by the groupie ho's and the playboy Joes
far from the area code of her comfort zone, she phones home to Jenae

Tryna get away... but upon her arrival Martin Liquor wants to play
he says, "Hey baby, why don'tcha drop ya clothes, slow?"
She says, "Oh no, little boy I really have to go..." but it ain't that easy
He sees her breathing. In a drunken rage... [ ? ]

she managed to get free, but in the long run was scarred
hangin' in the zero hour, ya best say your payers to God...

[Unknown]
What if you had no hours and hang on to the minutes,
you don't know how long you go til its gone and its finished?
Starin' at four walls, drained in deep sorrow
Lint in ya pockets, broke, no money to borrow?

Live ya life, like its no tomorrow
But as far as I know, become a role model
Paint the visual as the chosen one to rule
there's a lot of things that's undone to do...

Treat it like a higherbread, use the sun to move
and them grades from ya crew, keeps you outta summer school
keep ya composure, like you're supposed to be playin' a beat
if you don't follow, you'll end up layin' in the street

Would you go on a rampage if you a damn slave,
and wanna blow up every boss with a hand grenade?
What if it was your life with no hour to borrow the time,
but your life is pretty hard, just to swallow at times?

Cause it could get you shot like it was part of a crime
you gotta use your brain instead of your heart on the grind
But as your last minute begins, you gotta play the game
You probably wanna disappear as if you were David Blaine

The walls are closin' in on you, 'cause of your long thought
The wall crushed you like Peter Strahm in Saw (IV)

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  • The Real Reality.

    Dope Lyrics. Keep Doin Your Thing.

    The First Fool Has Way Better Flow Then The Others.

    Both Every Fools Lryics Were Sick!

  • Dont git mo sick. Wolfi G, Liquid Dragon and Unknown all killed it

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  • Wow that third dude sounds familiar: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! That's me ;)

  • iLL

  • my hats off to ya Darius. Good shit. proud of you.

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